Loan Shark Love

We stand under the spray of hot water, and Grey sucks in a breath when I wrap my hand around his hard cock. I move it back and forth, pressing my thumb over the tip and then down to his base, squeezing until he groans.

He pulls me into his chest, kissing me with such force I have to hold onto him to keep myself steady.

I might be new to this, but I’m ready for another round, and I don’t want to stop.

My hands are all over his firm body as his tongue wrestles with mine for dominance. He lets me push him so that we’re fully under the hot water, intensifying the heat and desire radiating from both of our bodies.

His hands slide down my back, making me shiver, leaving a trail of goosebumps over my skin as he cups my ass. I let out a gasp as he palms and squeezes my ass roughly before gripping tightly and lifting me. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist.

I like this fierce, primal side of Grey very much. Very much indeed.

“Mmm, my strong man,” I all but purr into his ear with my arms around his neck. He softly bites along my neck and shoulder with his teeth, leaving little bruises in his wake.

I don’t know what comes over me, but I know that I don’t want soft foreplay this time.

I don’t want to be held like some precious piece of glass, though I’m sure Grey still thinks of me that way. I want to be tangled with him, hard and rough, with passion like you only read about in books. For so long I only dreamed about a man wanting me like this and now that I have him, my man, I want it all.

I don’t want to be coddled.

I want to live my fantasies out with my man.

I reach my hand up to grip his wet hair so that his head is pulled back, and I kiss him hard while grinding on his hard length that’s tucked between our bodies.

When we part, I stare into his dazed eyes and practically growl, “I want you to take me hard this time.”

I have never seen his green eyes look so dark, like the tops of the trees in a summer storm.

Seemingly deciding he wants the same as I do, Grey pushes me up against the tile wall, making me gasp and arch my back as I come in contact with the cool tiles there. He doesn’t look down, instead, he stares into my eyes as he lines himself up with my entrance.

My breath hitches and my nails sink into the skin of his shoulders as he slides his cock inside me, filling me with a sweet ache that only he can soothe.

His grip on my hips tightens as he feels my walls pulse around him, squeezing him. We both let out a sigh of relief when he thrusts himself so that he’s fully inside of me, exactly where he should be.

My legs tighten around his waist and I bite down gently on his earlobe, moaning in his ear to let him know just how good he feels inside of me. He lets out a low moan, bringing his head back up to stare into my eyes.

He presses me hard against the wall, using his hips to thrust himself up into me at an agonizingly slow pace.

It’s obvious that he loves teasing me, especially when I’m very obviously worked up. I like that this already feels normal, natural, slotted around each other like this. I grab at his salt-and-pepper hair again, pulling him closer to me for a heated, steamy kiss as I begin to try and roll my hips against him, trying to encourage him to move faster.

He follows my cues, thrusting faster and deeper than before, hitting exactly the right spot each time he does. I can’t help myself as I moan loudly at each thrust of his hips, gripping his shoulders so tightly, that I begin to see red, crescent indents in his skin from my nails.

My mind begins to spin, and I wonder how big he would feel from behind, bent over.

I put a hand on his shoulder, and he slows, looking at me expectantly.

“I’ve never been bent over before,” I tell him, and his eyes darken.

He slips out of me, and I hate the loss of him, but he quickly puts me down. I turn around, and Grey slides my hair over my shoulder and kisses my neck. I moan at his mouth pressing against my skin, desperate for him to fill me again.

“I want you inside of me,” I hear myself whimper, though it feels like someone else. I’m a creature made up of lust and longing, now. Unrecognizable even to myself.

Grey grabs my hands and presses them against the shower wall, bracing me. His foot slides my feet apart gently, and I think he’s going to line himself up again, but instead, I hear him move behind me, kneeling on the floor there, hands wrapped around my calves.